Ron sat in his dreary office, despite the fact that he was overloaded with work he still smiled to himself

I am really sorry I took so long to put this up but I have been on school camp and had a few assignments and I haven't had time. I promise to put all the next chapters up much quicker. Tell me what you think. I will be putting another chapter of Ron and the Quick Quotes Quill on in the next 2 or 3 days.

Ron sat in his dreary office, despite the fact that he was overloaded with work he still smiled to himself. He had a look at some of his papers. Gregory Goyles father had died in azkaban that morning. Nearly all the death eaters had been found and arrested after Voldemorts death. A few had gotten away of course, Wormtail being one of them. Ron comforted himself by thinking that he probably lived as a rat in old sewer pipes. He looked out the window and noticed that today was particularly windy, he loved it when it was windy. Hermione had always said that he was crazy but the wind always gave him a sense of power. He opened up the window and stuck his head out. His hair blew around his face crazily. He nearly felt as if he could fly, he considered trying for a moment. He shook his head, he was seven storeys off the ground what was he thinking? A paper swept off his desk and out the window, he reached for it and it arched up high and then floated lightly down to him. He smiled, pleased with his good luck.

"Don't fall out" a voice said from the door. He whirled around, it was Hermione.

He jerked away from the window.

"Don't you hate it when it's windy?" she said absentmindedly.

Ron grinned, "You know I love it."

She shook her head. He wondered why she was here. She rarely visited in the middle of the day.

She leant on the desk uneasily, it was obviously she wasn't staying long because she had not taken off her cloak, which she had wrapped tightly around her. She had always felt the cold badly.

"I was wondering whether you'd like to take a walk and we can…talk," she said last word with a strange firmness.

"Yes, it's about time for my lunch break anyway," Ron said with a stretch.

They walked outside and Hermione turned left towards the wood.

"The wood? It's a dangerous place Herm," he exclaimed.

"That's nonsense Ron, I want to see what's inside. I've always wanted to walk through the wood," she said, her eyes alight.

Ron looked at the wood, he supposed it wasn't like sneaking into the trees at Hogwarts. He gave her a little smile and they pushed on. It was extremely dark in the wood and Ron wondered whether he had done the right thing. Hermione gave an excited little laugh with sounded very out of character from Hermione. He pondered vaguely on the chance that Hermione had lost her mind and was going to murder him in the wood. He gave a little smile and Hermione gave a little flinch.

"Ron, I know this will sound stupid but… do you really want to marry me?" she said unsurely.

"Of course, I have only been proposing for more than 10 years."

This question disorientated him a bit. Was she trying to tell him that the marriage wasn't right? He noticed Hermione's pace quicken. She even looked upset. Suddenly a noise caused them both to halt. They both saw it, a figure in the distance.

"No one ever comes into these wood," he whispered fiercely, urgently to Hermione.

Hermione broke into a run. She had never been terribly fast but he had trouble keeping up. He could no longer see the figure, Hermione gave a little scream and then she disappeared. He skidded to where she had been. But there was nothing

Just silence.

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She kept falling for a long time and for one brief moment she thought maybe she'd fallen into a bottomless pit. She couldn't she the top and she couldn't she the bottom. She hit something soft with a thud. The thing clasped around her and she got the feeling that it was there specially to catch someone. It was very dark, she had never been able to see in the dark, Draco had had night vision but she had always had trouble. She inched forward and found herself in a hallway, she followed it down until she came to a cross section, she went straight ahead. This room was slightly alight. There was a large bed that she approached. The person in the bed looked very small and frail. She had some kind of head warmer on and only her eyes and nose were visible, her nose was littered with freckles. Awestruck, Hermione ran her hands over the familiar nose. Ginny's face was incredibly dirty and boiling hot. One hand stuck out from under the blanket and it was painfully thin. Hermione longed to grab a strand of Ginny's flaming red hair, which always seemed to make things brighter at Hogwarts.

Hs heard voices from down the hall, they floated down to her ears.

"Stop being ridiculous, it hurts to much. We can't," one voice said.

"Oh come on, if we only used one person it might put him in a coma" said a vaguely familiar voice.

"Him?" said the other voice accusingly.

"You'd have better conversation if he was in a coma," the voice said with a hint of amusement.

The voices disappeared. Hermione turned back to Ginny. She wasn't concerned about anyone else. She shook her slightly but the small eyes did not open.

"She won't wake up, she's sick," a voice said from behind her, she spun around quickly. She was so startled she didn't say anything. Draco took a few steps back until he was against the wall.

"We don't know what's wrong with her," he said sadly, eyeing Ginny with a frown.

She took a step forward but Draco stopped her, "Don't make a move, you can't come closer."

"Is Harry here?" she asked eagerly, She just wanted to see al three, standing in the same room. Together.

"You don't want to see Harry, he's disgusting, I don't think he's looked in the mirror for years. Just because we live underground I don't think he should have let himself go so much."

There was a yell from outside "are you talking to the mirror about me again Malfoy."

A figure jumped into the room with an angry frown that had a grin shining through it.

"Oh, that's right, you look exactly the same, I just forgot how ugly you were at Hogwarts," Draco drawled.

Harry hadn't seen Hermione yet and it seemed Draco didn't want him to. He grabbed a door that Hermione hadn't seen before and slammed it shut. There was a brief argument outside where Harry seemed to be insisting he give Ginny her dinner and Draco argued that when you hadn't woken up for three days there wasn't much chance of eating.

The door flew open and Harry looked up to see a startled Hermione.

The plate dropped with a crash.

Ron tried to tell the ministry officer what happened but the man was an idiot.

"So, you were in the most dangerous wood in town, you started running and your fiancée fell down a hole which later disappeared? Is that right?" the man said.

Ron tried to explain that it wasn't like that but he was tired and the man was right, even if it did sound stupid.

"Look, if you are going to tell stories go to the pub down the road," the man said grumpily and he stood up and left. Ron knew the ministry wouldn't put up with much. His dad had retired from the ministry and was living a life of luxury. He had such a boring little job that no one even knew him. He remembered seeing his dad walking around socialising with the other officers. He had never done that. He had kept to himself, if his dad ever asked about him at the office no one would know who he was.

He went back to the wood and investigated some more. There must be some kind of lever or something. Maybe this is what happened to Harry and the others, they simply disappeared. He sat in the wood and put his head in his hands.

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All characters belong to J.K Rowling, the plot belongs to me.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapters and again I am really sorry about taking so long to post.